"Even when we departed you never left me. I carried everything you said to me and did for me even when we were apart. You were inside of me. You'll always be a piece of me."
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Los Angeles, California — The location to the crime.
The sunny city with beaches where people chase their dreams was now her nightmare. At night those Hollywood Hills, recording studios, and house parties can take a dark turn.
While here for the weekend she has a couple things she has to face before going back to Houston where she resides. She stares at the file her lawyer gave her that sits in her passenger seat. It's only paper, but it's so heavy it feels like it should be wearing a seatbelt.
The clicking indicating her turn signal is still on brings her back to earth. Not too long later it's replaced by the ticking of a clock on the wall of her therapist's office. There's something about repeated sounds that drive her crazy. It seems like lately she's halfway there and doesn't need anymore help going over the edge.
"We've gotten passed your childhood and adolescent years..." The woman whose hair is cut into a bob with a bang looks into Magenta seeing she's not present. She's been here 30 minutes, but she doesn't know when her feet carried her from the car to the office. She's been moving on autopilot all day.
After filing her report and getting a lawyer it was suggested Magenta get some therapy. That's what you're supposed to do. You experience something traumatic, you get help. Well, where Magenta's from that's not an option. She needed more sessions to address the things that happened in her childhood and teens years before the 'big' one.
"Um, yeah," she breathes out. She looks at her hands that're clasped in her lap. Her tattooed arms turn in for a small stretch. One tattoo reads 'perfect' in red ink, but she knows she's far from it.
"Who had the most impact on your early adulthood? Eighteen until now," the therapist pushes up her thick black framed glasses.
"Mmm," Magenta sounds off in thought trying to find an answer. "My old friend, Gee, I guess."
"Old? Why old?" She shrugs not really having the answer for that. Her head's immediately rushed with memories of him...
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2014: August, Fall Semester
The car comes to a stop and Magenta gets out immediately pulling at her shorts that are riding up because of her thick thighs. She wears a simple white tank crop top, jean shorts, and Air Jordan 11 lows with hoop earrings. Her naturally curly hair that's dyed with blonde highlights is being attacked by the humidity each second and she tries to fix it with her hands.
Her mother, Tempest, gets out of the car next and she fans herself due to the scorching Texas heat. It wasn't letting up when the sun can see they need mercy for move in day.
She takes in the busy bodies and the large multilevel building. Magenta's older sister, Felicity, looks around at all the parked cars filled to capacity. With a sigh she says, "Memories."
